This is a song about "Him being good at math"

Huh, looking at him you wouldn’t think,

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Say him good bye and never come his way..

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

For good at least once in a while

I got sorta good at pretending

But he don't rule a thing

Boys were mean to him and swore at him and made him want to vomit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

They follow him around making noises at him like walkers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

For good at least once in a while

See, i like the person that you are

Tell him to stop being vulgar,